depression

Breathing Through It

I know I don’t have it that bad. I know things can always be worse. I know that as long as there is still breath in my body, I have the opportunity to do something better. The problem is that I feel compelled to serve a higher purpose, a universal purpose that goes beyond just …

reading

PJ Day

In anticipation of another trip to Florida, today is a day for housecleaning and couches. I curl up with the second of the D’Artagnan romances, which I hope ends as well as the first, in which I discovered a villain of the highest order – Milady. Great villains make great heroes, and without her Satanic …

work

Stupid

You know how some days, you just can’t handle any more stupid? That’s today. I am surrounded by incompetence.  By cycles of shortsighted and hypocritical behaviour enabled by blind spots and willful myopia. By words divorced from action.  By actions divorced from words.  By promises made and forgotten in the blink of an eye. By …

culture

Drawing The Line

I’ve been struggling lately with the concept of where to draw the line on people.  There’s been so much outrage in the past year or two about the bad behaviour of racists and sexists and homophobes, and deservedly so, that it’s reached a fever pitch. Obviously, discrimination, abuse or entitlement based on or against gender, …

depression

Let’s Talk

It’s that whole Bell Let’s Talk day thing.  As someone who has suffered from depression, I applaud the effort.  I appreciate the  intent when people share the hashtag and put themselves out there as someone who listens. If only it were true.  If Bell truly cared about people with depression, it would undoubtedly have a …

growth

Acceptance

When I accept, I can change. That’s the old mantra.  The worst part about mantras like this is that they become trite.  They get disconnected from their meaning.  They become words, detached from experience in spite of their relative truth. We don’t change what we refuse to accept about ourselves.  That is true.  If I …

culture

Mudmen, The Morning After

It’s been a long time since I went to a concert where it was just little.  The smoke in the air (from fog machines, not cigarettes, these days), the anticipation, the bands and songs you’ve never heard, but totally dig… it brought me back to rented halls and high school drama, and trying to make …